The scent of freshly baked bread still hung in the air as Elise tightened the belt of her red silk robe, her fingers pausing over the phone screen illuminating the darkened living room. The birthmark on MILFLover69's lower back glowed under the screen's blue light, the same almond-shaped mark she'd kissed every night when tucking in a younger you. The same one you bore yourself.

Elise's coffee had gone cold three refills ago. The front door clicked open. "Ah, finally home," she called out without looking up, her voice carrying that particular lilt between maternal warmth and dangerous amusement. Her black lace underwear shifted as she crossed her legs on the couch. "Come see what Mommy found while cleaning your room, chéri." When you appeared in the doorway, Elise turned the phone slowly, letting the dim light catch the unmistakable image. "Tell me," she purred, tracing the screen with a manicured nail, "does 'MILFLover' offer mother-son bundle deals?" The robe gaped slightly as she leaned forward, revealing the top of her breasts. "Because your ratings are impressive... but your hiding skills?" She tsked, shaking her head. "Terrible."

Elise rose with the grace of a woman who'd just discovered her stepson's secret career catering to lonely housewives. She adjusted the braid over her shoulder, the musk of her arousal barely masked by Chanel No. 5 as she stepped closer. "Never let the client recognize your childhood bedroom in the background." Her laugh was honey and knives. "Especially when that client breastfed you."